Beginning of Forced Marriage
BDP. Part 79's
"Where's Van going?" tanya Listi looked at Ivan who passed by him in surprise.
"You don't see, where am I going?" asked Ivan with a bit of cynicism.
"In front of me" said Listi as it is.
"Where is this passage going?"
"Towards Arkan's room."
"Well, it knows why it has to be again" said Ivan lazily.
"Yes I know, this is the way to Arkan's room, but why do you have to wear glasses like that, inside a building like this?" obviously Listi.
"This is to keep my eyes from being exposed to the rays of purity" said Ivan while confirming the location of his sunglasses, then continuing his steps casually.
Leaving Listi who only shook his head, was not inexhaustible with the absurd behavior of his friend and co-worker.
Ivan knocked on the door of Arkan's room, and upon hearing the voice of the master of the room, he began to enter the room.
"So bright Ar, I'm lucky to have prepared this," he said as he opened the door of the room, greeted by a bright face full of happiness from Arkan.
Arkan just looked at him with a sharp frown, looking at the appearance of his friend.
"Are you cosplay masseur or Van, how weird would you wear glasses like that in a room like this?"
"I shielded my eyes from the exposure of the rays of purity emanating from your face, "said Ivan approached his desk and kept the file he was carrying.
Ivan sat in the chair in front of Arkan's table, and he removed the black glasses that were still perched sweetly on his nose that was not sharp.
While Arkan, hearing Ivan's words, just blotted his lips also rolled his eyes lazily.
"You're so bright that Ar, it must have been good last night, right?" Ivan raises his eyebrows, seduces Arkan.
"Currently" Arkan said briefly while focusing on his work.
"Pantes, the look of your face, is not like a cloudy comb water." Ivan mangosteen.
Arkan, who had originally focused on his work, turned to look at him, with his eyebrows sideways swooping sharply.
"But this morning you interrupted my morning show!" delik Arkan who remembered, if the morning event was interrupted because of the phone from the man in front of him.
"Morning means what?" ivan asked, either completely clueless or just pretending not to know.
"Don't pretend not to know you!" decak Arkan with his sour face.
Shortly afterwards, Ivan nodded as he guessed where his best friend was going.
"Finally you can also understand what I often feel," said Ivan with a satisfied face that sucks to be seen by Arkan.
"What do you mean, talk like that?" cynical Arkan.
"You used to bother me a lot when I was on, on her, for work reasons" said Ivan.
"That's your risk as my subordinate" Arkan said with his share.
"Yes, yeah. Lucknut top!" cibir Ivan rolled his eyes lazily.
Arkan chuckled, seeing Ivan lose such a crushing defeat, he then continued his work.
"You look like you're so happy!" arkan insinuated seeing Ivan still sitting in front of him.
"Yes, yeah. I'm back in the room now, I can't seem to want to relax, too" said Ivan who knows the direction of insinuation from Arkan.
He then began to stand up from his seat, tidied up the suit he was wearing, then walked out of the room.
"Bring your glasses on" Arkan said without looking at him.
Ivan who was close to the door of the room turned back and took the glasses he kept on the Arkan desk.
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Likewise with Arkan, when he looked out, the sun had started to crawl into the dispute. In his spirit, he cleaned his desk and started to leave the room.
"Lis, you haven't come home yet?" ask Arkan when he sees Listi still at his desk.
"But Ar, this is still a little work," said Listi raised his head which was previously focused on a computer screen.
"Well, if that's what I go home first, yeah," Arkan said.
"Okay Ar." Listi nodded with a smile.
Arkan also smiled, he then stepped away from there, left his office, went home to meet his wife.
He already missed his wife a lot, especially when he remembered what his wife promised him this morning before he left for work, making him feel like it would be soon night.
The feeling of falling in love again, after years of not feeling it, really makes it like lost sense, wanting to always be near his beloved woman.
Seeing her, touching her, inhaling the intoxicating scent that made her opiate, that was what she always wanted to feel, if it was far away from the woman.
Finally it did not take too long, the car he was driving had reached his home court, he immediately got out of the car and entered the house with light steps.
"Where's my wife?" ask Arkan when passing beautifully on the way to the stairs.
"Mistress, it was in her room, Mr. Rezvan, with Den Rezvan" said Indah with a slight bow.
"Oh well," said Arkan and resumed his steps.
He immediately entered his room, but did not see the whereabouts of his wife and son, after storing his suit onto the sofa, he looked at the balcony where the door was open.
A smile rose on his lips, seeing a view that was quite soothing to the eyes and calm his heart, where at this time Nayna was asleep on the sofa that he provided specifically for his wife while relaxing with her child.
When he was about to move to take Rezvan who was sleeping in his mother's arms, he undoed his intention, because he remembered that he had not cleansed himself.
"I'd better clean up first" he muttered, who had to prioritize his personal hygiene when he came into contact with Rezvan, for the sake of his son's health.
It did not take long for Arkan to finish cleaning himself and was fully dressed again.
"Let's move Nak, it's late afternoon you catch a cold" Arkan said as he held his son, moving him inside.
After making sure his son had fallen asleep comfortably again, he immediately returned to the balcony, noticing the calm face of his wife who made him miss all day.
"Wake the princess to sleep" Arkan said trying to disturb Nayna by getting a few kisses all over his wife's face.
Nayna was troubled by what her husband was doing, began to squirm and opened her eyes slowly.
"Mas is home" said Nayna in a slightly hoarse voice.
"Yes, are you comfortable sleeping here?" ask Arkan to tidy his hair carefully.
"Lumayan Mas, oh yes Where's Rezvan?" he asked when he realized he did not find his son there.
"He's moved to the room, this afternoon afraid he'll catch a cold" explained Arkan, Nayna nodded in understanding with his words.
"Let's get up, or do you still want to be here?" ask Arkan.
"You go to the room, but you're a sling" said Nayna in a spoiled tone.
Arkan pinched his nose slightly tight, making Nayna stir so anxious.
"Well come on my big baby" Arkan said with a single pull, bringing Nayna into their room with a cradle.
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